If Rae had trouble getting to sleep Silas was almost the opposite. His body was less worn out than it had been, but he still didn’t have any trouble nodding off once his head hit the pillow. Maybe he should have been more alert with the stranger that had been skulking around their place, but he was confident that nothing was going to happen, or if something did he could handle it. The door was locked too, and yeah, that wasn’t foolproof, but they would have to be stupidly brave or just fucking stupid to pick the lock while he and Rae were sleeping.
He stirred a little when Rae finally settled, tightening his own grip on her in his sleep and snuffling a little. And maybe it was because of that that he stirred again when he heard footfalls in the room. He’d never been a light sleeper, but Rae’s shifting around had kept him from sleeping too deeply. Initially his brain supplied that it was just Rae, probably getting up for something because she couldn’t sleep, but then his thoughts corrected themselves with the knowledge that Rae was still right beside him in the bed.
But if it wasn’t Rae then it was someone else, and that was like a bucket of cold water over his head. What the hell?, he thought, waffling back and forth between moving Rae and potentially frightening her or waiting for his eyes to adjust to the dark to better see what their unwelcome guest was doing.
In the end he chose to fake sleep a little longer, letting his eyes adjust before he started to slowly shift Rae away from him so he could slide out of the bed.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he demanded of the trespasser, his brain registered the fact that the stranger was too close to EJ’s bed/bassinet for his comfort. It wasn’t even conscious decision, but Silas cleared the space between him and their unwelcome guest in record time and tried to get a grasp on him, no longer concentrated on staying quiet for Rae’s sake.
“Answer my fucking question,” he growled, fists balled into the fabric of the trespassers shirt. It was still too dark in the room to clearly make out features, and Silas was seeing enough red anyways that he probably wouldn’t have registered them anyways.